Marcie blew out a breath between her lips. "I like a cosmo. Or a margarita. A whole jug of it. My friend makes really amazing cocktails but I can't match him. Or you can't beat a classic mimosa. You?" She looked up at "Patrick" or whatever his name was, taking him in properly. He was big, that was for sure. Toned and fit like a warrior, although she didn't know why she thought of it that way. It just worked. And cute, which didn't hurt.